p style="text-align: left;"strongThis is my first time actually posting on here so please be honest with your reviews. I'm doing this so I can try to improve in my writing skills. Thanks!/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"The clock hit 12:34 and Toby's eyes flickered open. He'd heard a noise coming from downstairs. His sister, Lyra, probably again with her late night munchies./p
p style="text-align: left;"He was kinda hungry too, to be honest. Maybe a little snack wasn't to bad of an idea, after all./p
p style="text-align: left;"Being the little lazy boy he is, Toby was very hesitant about getting up and sighed when his feet hit the cold wood floor. As he went down the stairs leading to the kitchen, he didn't see the light of the fridge on as he hoped. That light would've done some good for his bad, non-adjusted vision./p
p style="text-align: left;"Toby reached the kitchen and searched the walls for the light switch, "Ah!", Toby said as soon as he found it. When He flipped it, someone or something knocked him to the floor and hissed at him./p
p style="text-align: left;""Turn it off!", a voice said from above him. It didn't take long for the 17 year old to figure out what was going on, his sister had, again, playfully, tackled him to the floor and was messing around with him. He pushed her off and turned on the light again./p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey", Toby said, "You're gonna wake up mom and dad if you don't cut it out already." Lyra looked at him while stuffing her face with some Buggle chips, "Oh, but it's so much fun too get YOU in trouble little brother." Toby walked over to the fridge and pulled out some ingredients for making a simple sandwich./p
p style="text-align: left;"strong'Lyra's a beautiful girl' /strongToby thought strong'She truly is and yet she treats herself like a piece of nothingness, she deserves better.'/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"It was true, Lyra was, indeed, a very beautiful young woman. She deserved better than how she was being treated by her father.. by anyone, really./p
p style="text-align: left;"She had kinda dark blonde hair the made her green eyes pop like no one's ever would nor ever will. Her personality, my God, was amazing! Honestly, she's been through way too many things that caused her pain and suffering, emotionally...strongshe deserved better./strong/p
p style="text-align: left;""What's the matter Tobster?" Lyra asked, waking Toby from his sort of dazed state. "Huh? Heh, I'm sorry. i'm just thinking about somethings." She shrugged and playfully rolled her eyes. They giggled./p
p style="text-align: left;"After Toby was finished making his sandwich, his sister left and he was alone./p
p style="text-align: left;"Since sleep really wasn't an option for him anymore, he simply went to his room and played around with his new phone./p
p style="text-align: left;"It wasn't really like him to have break downs anymore, but every now and again, they'd just come as they pleased. It didn't matter where or when, no matter who he was with or anything, they just happened. It looked like this was just another one of those times./p
p style="text-align: left;"Tears started to come down and as they did he felt himself slipping away from his sanity and some innocence that left every time he cried his eyes out./p
p style="text-align: left;"He hated these times, especially. Not that he cared about himself, like everyone he knew had told him to. He didn't have self-pity, no love and, most certainly, no respect for himself what-so-ever./p
p style="text-align: left;"These times sucked and yet these were the times he cherished the most./p
p style="text-align: left;"The clock hit 12:34 and Toby's eyes flickered open. He'd heard a noise coming from downstairs. His sister, Lyra, probably again with her late night munchies./p
p style="text-align: left;"He was kinda hungry too, to be honest. Maybe a little snack wasn't to bad of an idea, after all./p
p style="text-align: left;"Being the little lazy boy he is, Toby was very hesitant about getting up and sighed when his feet hit the cold wood floor. As he went down the stairs leading to the kitchen, he didn't see the light of the fridge on as he hoped. That light would've done some good for his bad, non-adjusted vision./p
p style="text-align: left;"Toby reached the kitchen and searched the walls for the light switch, "Ah!", Toby said as soon as he found it. When He flipped it, someone or something knocked him to the floor and hissed at him./p
p style="text-align: left;""Turn it off!", a voice said from above him. It didn't take long for the 17 year old to figure out what was going on, his sister had, again, playfully, tackled him to the floor and was messing around with him. He pushed her off and turned on the light again./p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey", Toby said, "You're gonna wake up mom and dad if you don't cut it out already." Lyra looked at him while stuffing her face with some Buggle chips, "Oh, but it's so much fun too get YOU in trouble little brother." Toby walked over to the fridge and pulled out some ingredients for making a simple sandwich./p
p style="text-align: left;"strong'Lyra's a beautiful girl' /strongToby thought strong'She truly is and yet she treats herself like a piece of nothingness, she deserves better.'/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"It was true, Lyra was, indeed, a very beautiful young woman. She deserved better than how she was being treated by her father.. by anyone, really./p
p style="text-align: left;"She had kinda dark blonde hair the made her green eyes pop like no one's ever would nor ever will. Her personality, my God, was amazing! Honestly, she's been through way too many things that caused her pain and suffering, emotionally...strongshe deserved better./strong/p
p style="text-align: left;""What's the matter Tobster?" Lyra asked, waking Toby from his sort of dazed state. "Huh? Heh, I'm sorry. i'm just thinking about somethings." She shrugged and playfully rolled her eyes. They giggled./p
p style="text-align: left;"After Toby was finished making his sandwich, his sister left and he was alone./p
p style="text-align: left;"Since sleep really wasn't an option for him anymore, he simply went to his room and played around with his new phone./p
p style="text-align: left;"It wasn't really like him to have break downs anymore, but every now and again, they'd just come as they pleased. It didn't matter where or when, no matter who he was with or anything, they just happened. It looked like this was just another one of those times./p
p style="text-align: left;"Tears started to come down and as they did he felt himself slipping away from his sanity and some innocence that left every time he cried his eyes out./p
p style="text-align: left;"He hated these times, especially. Not that he cared about himself, like everyone he knew had told him to. He didn't have self-pity, no love and, most certainly, no respect for himself what-so-ever./p
p style="text-align: left;"These times sucked and yet these were the times he cherished the most./p